Half a poem
Half love.
Half buried in the meat.
You are mine
Half a poem
No one is allowed to modify a word.
-half a poem by Haizi
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This is a love poem by Haizi. The language is straightforward and refined, the image is strange and ingenious, and the feelings are sincere and shocking.
First of all, this is the poet's true feelings from the heart. It reads like lightning in the dark. It cuts the heart with a sharp knife. In Haizi's own words, "when you face each other, the ice and snow melt: when you face each other, the earth trembles slightly."
Yes, this guy Haizi broke into love like a wild animal. He runs around and doesn't know anything. The fire of love in his heart is burning, he is persistent and crazy, he is gentle and overbearing, and he is as indomitable as a moth-both spirit and body are willing to make selfless sacrifices. At the same time, their fates are intertwined, and each has ribs drawn from the other, which makes them happy and sad.
They are inseparable-half attached to the body and half buried in the ground. "Twist a piece of mud into a piece of you, shape it into a piece of me, break the two of us together and mix it with water. You are in my mud, and I am in your mud. "
This passionate love is different from the sadness of "Sister, I don't care about the world tonight, I just want you" in the dusk of Qinghai Lake, from the faint loneliness of "You used red chopsticks at the wedding, and I planted two rows of bamboo on the sunny slope", and from "Spring is the wind, autumn is the month".
When I realized it, she had gone to another place. "This kind of loss is more different. It is a kind of resolute love, a kind of love like magma spewing, destroying cities and pulling villages to start a prairie fire.
If I were a woman, I would enjoy this slightly rude persistence like a plant enjoying the sunshine. Crazy love is also a beauty in life.
However, Haizi in life finally missed her arm with this woman who "cut off from the beautiful branch of God". When their fingers were clasped, Haizi felt that everything was revived and the sky was bright, like "the warm sunshine warmed the back", and her arrival was "like a green moon falling into my young hut." "Living among these precious people/people are as happy as plants/love is as happy as rain."
The poet's emperor is materially poor. "You can laugh at the emperor's wealth, but you can't laugh at the poet's poverty", and eventually drift away like two lines that never intersect. On a lonely night, the poet angrily swept away the past "on the last night of October/I will never write about you again".
The warm lamp used to be just "stranger, I also wish you a bright future/everything will be fine, and all shall be well."
Poet is destined to be a lonely dancer, and his sadness and loneliness are innate. He married himself to a distant place, and the earth, wheat and the sun were his lovers. Happiness and love are just epiphyllum. "Ten thousand people must put out the fire/I will hold it high by myself/it will be a big fire/it will blossom and bear fruit and die in the sacred motherland."
"When everyone gathers by the river and sings loudly about life/I must return to the empty mountain alone." Living in this material world, transparent and pure Haizi is just a dried fish floating on the river bank.
The ending has already been written, and tears have just begun.
What should be gained has not been obtained, and what should be lost has long been lost.
Mr. Zhou once said that the greatest misfortune of those outstanding geniuses is not that they are not understood, but that they can't get the ordinary warmth of the world and become abandoned ghosts when they are alive. Haizi is like this. He wants to deliver himself to a distant place and travel all over Yuan Ye with the spring breeze.
Haizi slept on the cold railway, but his poems warmed the heart of youth. This "half poem" must be the same as Haizi: in spring, all ten Haizi come back to life/dance and sing beside you with me.